Luo Ye looked at the blacksmith Duan Wuhe. Duan Wuhe, who was not good at speaking, nodded and shook his head.

Luo Ye understood that the word was his, but not his.

On the other hand, the most miserable Taoist priests were born, with rice particles all over their body, and they were wet up and down, just like they were thrown into a water tank. A gust of wind blew, and a strong smell of wine floated over, and the smoked Luo Ye took three steps in a row!

Cheng Yi Er said bitterly: "Boy, you have to make the decision for me. I'm just fortune telling. My mouth is a little broken, but I'm just muttering secretly. When did I write things randomly? Those who walk around the world can swallow what they say at any time, but those who write them are used as evidence, but those who have to be squatted. I have been traveling around the world for so many years and have been safe and steady, just by being cautious."

Luo Ye nodded and although he was a little bastard and a little unreliable, he still had his own rules when doing things. Otherwise, he would have been sent in with his inaccurate calculations.

Luo Ye thought for a while and asked, "Then what's going on with you?"

Cheng Yi Er didn't say anything. The only woman in her forties and nearly fifty years old in her 40s was in her 50s. Chen Mei and Aunt Chen blushed and said, "This old bastard actually wrote a letter saying that I had a bad face and deserved to be a widow for the rest of my life! I was so angry that I threw a pot of wine lees on him."

Luo Ye looked at the paper in Aunt Chen’s hand, and the words were indeed written on it.

There are only so many people in the village, and they look down but don’t look up. Everyone knows who the words are like. Therefore, when you see the words on the letter, you don’t have to find someone to solve the case, they can solve the case by themselves.

Looking at the words above, Luo Ye looked at Cheng Yi and Er.

Cheng Yi Eryi spread his hands and said, "I'm wronged."

Luo Yewen said, "Then don't have anything to her?"

Cheng Yi Er shook his head and said, "No..."

Luo Ye touched his chin and subconsciously looked at Cheng Yi Er's stall. At this moment, he saw a pen crawling forward like a maggot on the ground, and at the same time, a piece of stacked paper should be placed on the pen clip of the pen!

The pen moved quickly. He came to the side of the stall, stuffed the paper under the stall, and then looked like a maggot, arching and running!

Luo Ye suddenly came to his senses and shouted: "I understand! Don't run!"

After saying that, Luo Ye ran towards the stone arch bridge. The pen demon spirit seemed to know that it was him who was calling him. He jumped up and jumped off the bridge.

When the old people saw it, they could no longer see anything.

Luo Ye stood on the bridge and looked down at the bridge. There was nothing on the dry river...

Luo Ye ran under the bridge and walked around, but still found nothing.

Luo Ye also knew that the target of the Pen Demon Spirit was too small. He really wanted to hide it, so he could just find a pit to bury it or drill a hole in the stone. Luo Ye really couldn't find it.

After searching for a while, Luo Ye had already understood everything in his heart. The letters of feelings were not written by the old people, but the whole story was written by the fountain pen demon spirit!

No wonder he was so familiar with the ink traces on it. They were all the fountain pens and water he bought!

After returning to the old people, Luo Ye smiled bitterly and said, "Grandma, Manman, don't worry about this matter. You all know in your heart that the letter was not written by you, there must be something strange here. Let's check it slowly, and don't take it seriously if you find any letters in the middle, okay?"

The old people were not stupid either. After calming down, they thought about it carefully. This matter was indeed strange, so they nodded and agreed, and then they all dispersed.

Only Cheng Yi Er was so sad that he went to find a place to take a bath and wash clothes. He complained while walking: "I only have this set of Taoist uniforms. It's over. Today I can't sit in the business. Alas..."

Not long after, Luo Ye saw Cheng Yier wearing a dress of yellow paper. The yellow paper was used to draw talismans, and he also drew some Tai Chi Bagua on it. It looked a bit funny, but I have to say that if you look at it from a distance, there is really nothing, it is a flaw.

In response to this, Luo Ye could only shake his head and asked with concern: "Are you cold?"

Cheng Yi Er lifted up the Taoist wardrobe, exposed the cotton coat inside, and then walked away with a proud humming of a small song.

In the following time, Luo Ye looked at the inconspicuous place like the rat looking for food, hoping to find clues of the pen demon spirit. At the same time, he also prayed silently that the old man did not find this guy or that guy didn't go far to mess around.

Unfortunately, Luo Ye searched for a day but couldn't find the whereabouts of the Pen Demon Spirit.

The pen demon spirit was not found, and Luo Ye was having a taste of eating. He simply stopped eating and sat in front of the table in a daze, waiting for news.

It was almost midnight, and Buzhou finally had some movement.

"Yezi, I found it!"

While speaking, a little fat man appeared in front of Luo Ye with a puff and shouted with excitement.

Luo Ye immediately asked, "What should I do?"

Buzhou said: "Do you know the four treasures of the study?"

Luo Ye nodded.

Buzhou said: "The demon spirit possessed your pen was originally a brush. This guy was originally a pen used by a god, but this guy was not good at character and always liked to process and write other people's secrets. His previous master scolded the current emperor because he was drunk, and he wrote it on the wall and was killed by the whole family. His master took office because he cursed a local powerful man, and he wrote it down, and then the powerful man destroyed their sect..."

The more Luo Ye heard the cold sweat on his forehead, the more he quickly said, "Stop! Stop and stop, just tell me how to find him and how to destroy him! I think it is better for me to start as soon as possible instead of letting him destroy me."

Buzhou rolled his eyes and said, "You are thinking too much. He is a demon spirit. You are an ordinary person now. Do you want to destroy him? Do you think you can do it?"

Luo Ye opened his mouth, and he found it sadly that it was really impossible: "Then will I have to shut my mouth in the future? If I say the wrong thing, wouldn't the end be miserable?"

Buzhou laughed and said, "You know what kind of virtue he is. Just be careful? Besides, I have a way to deal with him, don't worry."

Luo Ye then felt relieved and asked, "Switch on."

Buzhou said: "There are two ways to find him. First, you write the words of everyone's style. Perfect calligraphy is a fatal temptation for his pen spirit. Just like a foodie smells the taste of delicious food, he will naturally come over to eat, and then you can start. If you are an awesome cook, you can naturally hold his stomach and make him obedient."

Luo Ye rolled his eyes and said, "I am a big shot among the cockroach reptiles, I don't know if it's OK."

Buzhou said: "You write two and I'll see."

Luo Ye wrote a line of words casually. After Buzhou came over to read it, he didn't say anything.

After waiting for a while, Buzhou asked, "Why are you asking you to write, why are you drawing cockroaches?"

Luo Ye: "..."
Chapter completed!